All Chapters of His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JasmineI was looking for a phone charger, not proof of a life Davin had spent years trying to forget.The apartment attached to his studio appeared exactly the way I’d imagined it would. His shirts were arranged by color, his brushes lined up by size, and even the receipts on his desk had been stacked into a neat square.Which was why the bottom drawer of his dresser caught my attention. It was crammed with old cables, instruction manuals, expired warranty cards, and loose receipts. A charger was tangled near the back, its cord wrapped around two others.I pushed aside a handful of cables and reached for it. My fingers struck something stiff beneath the papers—a manila envelope.The edges were yellow, and one corner had softened from being handled too many times. It looked old enough to have been thrown away years ago. The fact that it was still there made me think he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.I wanted to put it back, but curiosity won out, even though I knew how easily

JasmineI folded the last of my clothes and placed them inside my suitcase, pressing them down before reaching for the zipper."What are you doing?"My fingers froze.I turned slowly and found Davin standing in the bedroom doorway. His eyes moved from the open suitcase on the bed to the clothes in my hands."I'm packing.""I can see that." His brows pulled together as he stepped into the room. "Why?"I looked away and placed the shirt inside the suitcase. "I want to go home."The silence that followed made my chest ache."Our weekend isn't over yet," he said."I know.""Then why are you leaving?"I closed the suitcase, though I didn't zip it immediately. My thoughts were still tangled from everything he had told me about Victoria, the bruised wrist, the jealousy, the way he had slowly controlled every part of her life until she could no longer breathe inside it.Sitting beside him while he confessed had been difficult, and staying afterward felt impossible."I just need some time to t

JasmineI took four days, four days without seeing him, four days spent replaying everything he had told me about Victoria and comparing it to what I had with him.At first, the fear made every similarity feel like proof: the way he had watched me before we ever spoke, his jealousy whenever another man came too close. But the longer I thought about it, the more I noticed the differences, too.Davin had never asked me to stop seeing Ari or Bella. He had never complained when I chose to spend time with them instead of him or tried to convince me that they were somehow bad for me.I missed him. I missed his voice, the way his eyes followed me whenever he thought I wasn’t paying attention, and the quiet confidence he carried everywhere he went.Most of all, I missed the studio. Not the paintings or the sessions. I missed him painting me.By the fourth evening, I knew what I wanted to do, but that didn’t stop my hands from gripping the steering wheel too tightly during the whole drive over

DavinThe department’s end-of-semester mixer was one of my least favorite obligations of the year, a stiff, overcrowded affair full of faculty making strategic small talk and students hoping to be noticed by the right professor before grades came out.I went because I had to, not because I wanted to, and I would have left within the hour if Jasmine hadn’t been there.She stood near the refreshment table with Ari and Bella, laughing at something, with no idea how completely the sight of her was wrecking my ability to focus on the conversation in front of me.“Davin. Davin, are you even listening to me?”I dragged my thoughts back to Lucas, who’d cornered me near the punch bowl twenty minutes ago and showed no sign of letting me go.“Sorry. You were saying?”“I was saying the gallery’s interested in a spring exhibition, assuming you ever finish whatever you’ve got locked in that studio pantry.” He followed my gaze across the room, and understanding dawned almost instantly. “Oh, for fuck

DavinLucas chose the expensive Italian restaurant on Fifth Avenue, and that should've been my first warning.He only brought me there when he intended to say something unpleasant and believed good wine might stop me from walking out before he finished."You're doing the ominous dinner thing," I said as I slid into the booth across from him. "Should I be worried?""That depends." He poured wine into both glasses. "How well are you taking unsought advice these days?""Poorly.""Wonderful. This should go well," he muttered.I picked up my glass but didn't drink, and Lucas leaned back against the booth, studying me with the same expression he'd worn at the mixer, the one that suggested he'd already concluded and was just waiting to see whether I'd make him say it out loud."How are things with Jasmine?""Fine."His brows rose."Better than fine," I corrected. "Complicated, but better.""That sounded suspiciously rehearsed.""It wasn't.""Then give me the version you wouldn't give Dean Wh